The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Band 3C. Bathurst, 1773 |
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... tell me true ; But tell me then , ' tis so . For , look , thy cheeks Confess it one to th ' other ; and thine eyes See it fo grofly shown in thy behaviour , That in their kind they speak it : only fin And hellish obstinacy tie thy ...
... tell me true ; But tell me then , ' tis so . For , look , thy cheeks Confess it one to th ' other ; and thine eyes See it fo grofly shown in thy behaviour , That in their kind they speak it : only fin And hellish obstinacy tie thy ...
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... Tell me , Sirrah , but tell me true , I charge you , Not fearing the displeasure of your master , Which on your just proceeding I'll keep off ; By him and by this woman here , what know you ? Par . So please your Majesty , my master ...
... Tell me , Sirrah , but tell me true , I charge you , Not fearing the displeasure of your master , Which on your just proceeding I'll keep off ; By him and by this woman here , what know you ? Par . So please your Majesty , my master ...
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... tell'st me where thou hadit this ring , Thou diest within this hour . Dia . I'll never tell you . King . Take her away . Dia . I'll put in bail , my Liege . King . I think thee now fome common customer . Dia . By Jove , if ever I knew ...
... tell'st me where thou hadit this ring , Thou diest within this hour . Dia . I'll never tell you . King . Take her away . Dia . I'll put in bail , my Liege . King . I think thee now fome common customer . Dia . By Jove , if ever I knew ...
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... Tell her , my love , more noble than the world , Prizes not quantity of dirty lands ; The parts , that fortune hath bestow'd upon her , Tell her , I hold as giddily as fortune : But ' tis that miracle , and queen of gems , That Nature ...
... Tell her , my love , more noble than the world , Prizes not quantity of dirty lands ; The parts , that fortune hath bestow'd upon her , Tell her , I hold as giddily as fortune : But ' tis that miracle , and queen of gems , That Nature ...
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... tell me true , are you hot mad , indeed , or do you but counterfeit ? Mal . Believe me , I am not : I tell thee true . Clo . Nay , I'll ne'er believe a mad - man , ' till I see his brains . I will fetch you light , and paper , and ink ...
... tell me true , are you hot mad , indeed , or do you but counterfeit ? Mal . Believe me , I am not : I tell thee true . Clo . Nay , I'll ne'er believe a mad - man , ' till I see his brains . I will fetch you light , and paper , and ink ...
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Seite 103 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Seite 392 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form 5 Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Seite 256 - Skulking in corners ? wishing clocks more swift ? Hours, minutes ? noon, midnight ? and all eyes blind With the pin and web,' but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked ? is this nothing ? Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.
Seite 142 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
Seite 430 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.